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Monday, February 1, 2010

On The Edge Of Love

They say (whoever "they" are) that to be in love is to look into someone's eyes and to know what they're thinking or feeling. That until you truly know someone, you've never really lived.

Last night, while watching the Royal Rumble with a few of my friends, I think I actually fell in love with Edge. Now, I'm not talking the traditional kind of romantic love that most would associate with the word (the kind of love that is, coincidentally, reserved for Maria Kanellis each night when I go to sleep). I guess what I'm trying to say is that last night I was able to look into Edge's eyes when he first came out at the highly coveted number-29 spot. For the first time in quite a long time - 5-1/2 years by my math - the fans seemed to be solidly behind the "Rated-R Superstar" as he made his way down to the ring to claim his first Royal Rumble victory, just as I'd predicted a few posts below.

More importantly than the fans' reaction to Edge's "surprise" appearance or his even more "stunning" win - which will give him a world title match at WrestleMania- were the real, true emotions that were so clearly etched on Edge's face in those closing Royal Rumble minutes. I know Edge had to be thinking that this was his time, and that, hopefully, only he could be the one to truly take it away from himself. It can be difficult to look back on a career that includes nine world titles as one unfulfilled, but I think Edge truly has to look into the mirror and wonder just how much of a legacy he will leave if his injuries continue to mount with age.

Make no mistake, Edge's recent return is a huge deal. It is the sort of injury that has sidelined baseball and football players for more than a season ... even ending the careers of some. The fact that Edge was able to make a return to active wrestling in just six months is such a testament to his desire to be the best of the best ... mentioned in the same breaths as John Cena, The Undertaker, and Triple-H. Edge may have been a main event player for a few years now, but last night his eyes conveyed to me that he was finally going to take that one giant step toward the kind of immortality that is reserved for very few men. He also has to know that one poorly planted foot could actually spell the end of his wrestling career, forever.

Whether or not this mountain that I am describing is one that Edge is even capable of climbing, is one thing. You still have to admire the fact that he is willing to take a chance in an attempt at reaching the summit. After all, it'll be a mighty fall if his foot gives way.

2 comments:

Brady,While you were looking into Edge's eyes last night, did you see anything that said, "Thank you, Chris Jericho, for helping turn me babyface"? If Jericho weren't such a great heel, Edge's return would've been much less meaningful.--Frank KrewdaEditor-In-Chief